"Where is he?!" Skipper questioned frantically. They were rushing up the mti behind Celeste. Their speed was full of haste, with no excess time.
"Up a little farther, kwa a nest. A man's pointing a loaded gun at him." Celeste announced. As they ascended up the tree, she kept watch over Private and the man. It was a trait that was enabled to her, because of her Supernatural skills. It was like having an extra pair of eyes au being at zaidi than one place at once.
She stopped, when they came to the two leaves that Private pushed aside to find the nest. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Her mind raced. The penguins needed a plan, but didn't have much time which was all the zaidi stressful.
Maybe, if she read the man's thoughts, she could find out his intentions. Her eyelids came over her troubled green eyes, while she basically meditated.
The time around her retarded. And right before her eyes, she could see the man's desire. Luckily, he was imagining his plan in his arrogant mind.
Private stood trembling clinging to a branch, while standing on another one. Pure, unshakable angst stared back at her. It was a uchungu, chungu sight which made her tell herself this wasn't her he was actually staring at. In the man's hand, of course was the gun. It was pointed at the "sitting penguin".
Bolting through the leaves, the team came behind her lead. She watched herself step in front of Private shielding him. Her fists were balled, and she glared-gritting her beak and red eyes feirciously locked unto the man. The rest of the team filled in behind her.
The man had just what he wanted, and shot. She watched herself fall. Right before smacking the ground, Private wrapped her in his fins. He brought her close, and began balling. Then... she couldn't watch anymore.
She turned back to the other penguins. "You guys defend, Private. I'll attack from behind the foe."
"All right," Skipper alisema taken back.
She listened to them reach Private just beyond the leaves. They prepared to fight. If she was going to be the first and last one to make a move, she had to hurry.
She dashed down the limb of the tree. Ahead of her, she spotted a mti about ten feet away. Plants in her way didn't even faze her. One person was on her mind. The person who she would fight for. Risk everything for. Die for.
She leaped to the tree. From the back, she saw the man. Through the palms she lurked behind him. Private grinned at her with a wide, relieved smile. Then, a beeping came from her foe's pocket.
He immediately turned around, and pointed the weapon. His smirk excelled to a sneer. "Just the penguin, auk I needed to sack." Without reluctance, he pulled the trigger. The boom of the bullet sounded, shaking trees which caused birds to fly away and other wanyama to scurry for cover.
The mti she once stood in was vacant. Private cried out, and struggled to push past his Marafiki that now hung their heads in lamentation.
The hunter rummaged through the bushes below, using his gun to scan the plant triumphantly. But there was no sign of Celeste. "Where are you?" He growled.
The penguins stared up in awe. Only Private was not watching. Skipper nudged him-still struck. "Private look!"
Private wiped his eyes, and followed orders. There she was standing in front of them. As impossible as it seems, vines from the trees surrounding slithered along the ground. They began to rise in the air inayofuata to her, with the motion of her flippers. It was like they were at her command. She looked over her shoulder at Private. Her purple eyes gleamed, when she smiled at him. "I'm not going to leave you, either."
The human turned, and trembled at the sight. Celeste was the one with the upper hand. Her fins moved in a fine pattern. The vines flew forward-toward he man. He began running away. But this time, her foe didn't escape.
One vine seized his leg. He toppled to the ground, and struggled to break free. Instantaneously, after the first, other ones curled around him. He was snagged in the mutant's cluches.
Celeste had a fin in the shape of a fist. The tighter she squeezed, the zaidi constricting the vines became on the man. Thoughts of what the man had intended to do to Private were shoved back into her mind.
Although she wasn't the one snared, it was certain that she was struggling most. She yearned to press harder, until he was demolished for his plan to destroy Private. Her conscience fought against her dark desire. Just like it did with Skipper. But Skipper wasn't a threat to any one she loved.
It came down to one other option. She closed her eyes, and focused like she had before. Behind her, the penguins were still amazed.
The human had whole other life. He had a family to support with his job at the animal testing facility. It was something he needed. She couldn't take his life. Finally, she released her grip. Exhausted-the man fell to his back, as the vines let go.
The inayofuata thing she knew, cheers came from her friends, as they approached her. Private brought her close to him, surrounding her in his salama flippers. She rested her head on his chest.
"You scared me." He whispered. She didn't respond. Her senses jumped. The enemy was coming to his senses. He picked the gun off the ground.
"Still one bullet," he breathed in relief to himself. He searched the estactic penguins. Then, he found Private in front of Celeste. "Her blood thirst won't let her resist."
The bullet spiraled at Private rapidly. As it came, the team didn't notice it coming, until it was too close. Celeste tore herself from Private's embrace.
Right before it hit him, Celeste njiwa in the way. "Celeste!" Private screamed, as she tumbled, when she reached the ground.
Catching everyone off guard, she landed on her feet with the bullet in her jaws. Like it was no sweat, she crunched on the bullet. sekunde later, it was completely flat. She spit it in front of the-now helpless-foe. It skitted on the dort, ceasing inches in front of him. With nothing left, the man retreated.
"Nice moves!" Skipper congratulated.
"Yay Celeste!" Rico cheered.
Underneath her feathers, something felt like it was coming loose. It was cold and hard. Suddenly she moved her flipper around to find it.
When she grabbed the unknown object, it was a breeze to take out. It was silver and tiny with a red light no bigger than a marble.
"Goodbye tracking device!" She laughed, and chuckled it as far as she could.
"Up a little farther, kwa a nest. A man's pointing a loaded gun at him." Celeste announced. As they ascended up the tree, she kept watch over Private and the man. It was a trait that was enabled to her, because of her Supernatural skills. It was like having an extra pair of eyes au being at zaidi than one place at once.
She stopped, when they came to the two leaves that Private pushed aside to find the nest. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Her mind raced. The penguins needed a plan, but didn't have much time which was all the zaidi stressful.
Maybe, if she read the man's thoughts, she could find out his intentions. Her eyelids came over her troubled green eyes, while she basically meditated.
The time around her retarded. And right before her eyes, she could see the man's desire. Luckily, he was imagining his plan in his arrogant mind.
Private stood trembling clinging to a branch, while standing on another one. Pure, unshakable angst stared back at her. It was a uchungu, chungu sight which made her tell herself this wasn't her he was actually staring at. In the man's hand, of course was the gun. It was pointed at the "sitting penguin".
Bolting through the leaves, the team came behind her lead. She watched herself step in front of Private shielding him. Her fists were balled, and she glared-gritting her beak and red eyes feirciously locked unto the man. The rest of the team filled in behind her.
The man had just what he wanted, and shot. She watched herself fall. Right before smacking the ground, Private wrapped her in his fins. He brought her close, and began balling. Then... she couldn't watch anymore.
She turned back to the other penguins. "You guys defend, Private. I'll attack from behind the foe."
"All right," Skipper alisema taken back.
She listened to them reach Private just beyond the leaves. They prepared to fight. If she was going to be the first and last one to make a move, she had to hurry.
She dashed down the limb of the tree. Ahead of her, she spotted a mti about ten feet away. Plants in her way didn't even faze her. One person was on her mind. The person who she would fight for. Risk everything for. Die for.
She leaped to the tree. From the back, she saw the man. Through the palms she lurked behind him. Private grinned at her with a wide, relieved smile. Then, a beeping came from her foe's pocket.
He immediately turned around, and pointed the weapon. His smirk excelled to a sneer. "Just the penguin, auk I needed to sack." Without reluctance, he pulled the trigger. The boom of the bullet sounded, shaking trees which caused birds to fly away and other wanyama to scurry for cover.
The mti she once stood in was vacant. Private cried out, and struggled to push past his Marafiki that now hung their heads in lamentation.
The hunter rummaged through the bushes below, using his gun to scan the plant triumphantly. But there was no sign of Celeste. "Where are you?" He growled.
The penguins stared up in awe. Only Private was not watching. Skipper nudged him-still struck. "Private look!"
Private wiped his eyes, and followed orders. There she was standing in front of them. As impossible as it seems, vines from the trees surrounding slithered along the ground. They began to rise in the air inayofuata to her, with the motion of her flippers. It was like they were at her command. She looked over her shoulder at Private. Her purple eyes gleamed, when she smiled at him. "I'm not going to leave you, either."
The human turned, and trembled at the sight. Celeste was the one with the upper hand. Her fins moved in a fine pattern. The vines flew forward-toward he man. He began running away. But this time, her foe didn't escape.
One vine seized his leg. He toppled to the ground, and struggled to break free. Instantaneously, after the first, other ones curled around him. He was snagged in the mutant's cluches.
Celeste had a fin in the shape of a fist. The tighter she squeezed, the zaidi constricting the vines became on the man. Thoughts of what the man had intended to do to Private were shoved back into her mind.
Although she wasn't the one snared, it was certain that she was struggling most. She yearned to press harder, until he was demolished for his plan to destroy Private. Her conscience fought against her dark desire. Just like it did with Skipper. But Skipper wasn't a threat to any one she loved.
It came down to one other option. She closed her eyes, and focused like she had before. Behind her, the penguins were still amazed.
The human had whole other life. He had a family to support with his job at the animal testing facility. It was something he needed. She couldn't take his life. Finally, she released her grip. Exhausted-the man fell to his back, as the vines let go.
The inayofuata thing she knew, cheers came from her friends, as they approached her. Private brought her close to him, surrounding her in his salama flippers. She rested her head on his chest.
"You scared me." He whispered. She didn't respond. Her senses jumped. The enemy was coming to his senses. He picked the gun off the ground.
"Still one bullet," he breathed in relief to himself. He searched the estactic penguins. Then, he found Private in front of Celeste. "Her blood thirst won't let her resist."
The bullet spiraled at Private rapidly. As it came, the team didn't notice it coming, until it was too close. Celeste tore herself from Private's embrace.
Right before it hit him, Celeste njiwa in the way. "Celeste!" Private screamed, as she tumbled, when she reached the ground.
Catching everyone off guard, she landed on her feet with the bullet in her jaws. Like it was no sweat, she crunched on the bullet. sekunde later, it was completely flat. She spit it in front of the-now helpless-foe. It skitted on the dort, ceasing inches in front of him. With nothing left, the man retreated.
"Nice moves!" Skipper congratulated.
"Yay Celeste!" Rico cheered.
Underneath her feathers, something felt like it was coming loose. It was cold and hard. Suddenly she moved her flipper around to find it.
When she grabbed the unknown object, it was a breeze to take out. It was silver and tiny with a red light no bigger than a marble.
"Goodbye tracking device!" She laughed, and chuckled it as far as she could.
This Fanfics are about the Great War I, II and III. The Hot war isn't consist here
Blowhole was on our tv, laughing at us demonically, saying that he wasn't trying to take over the world this time but was going to hurt us dearly kwa doing one thing. My eyes were horrified to see that it was rico tied up inayofuata to blowhole. Me, kowalski and private were all surprised, seeing rico there when he alisema he was going to train kwa the zoo to get fresh air. Rico was sitting there, crying and screaming help please!, it was the first time I actually saw him this scared, I even almost cried. He told us that he had kidnapped rico and took him to his new lair. We all wandered what was going to happen to rico, until blowhole had one of his minions come out with a bat, and told all of us to not look, and told rico"don't worry, I'll make it quick," and raised it in the air, at rico......
